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MY DREAM


It's unrealistic like it could surpass Everest
It sounds stupid like the sound of an empty barrel
You are just blabbing like a baby

What dream?
Who thinks that way?
Who does that?
Where has it been done before?
It is not possible
It can't be achieved
Look for something else to do

I heard it always
But it sounded like the voice of an enemy in a friend
I heard it always even in me
But it was the voice of an enemy in me
Trying to kill it
Trying to strangle my dream

Lofty it looked the first time I must say
But it was my dream
I saw it clearly
I knew it
I understood it
So it burns in my veins
Like a volcano ready to erupt


So I chose to bite in bits
One thing at a time
Learning my steps
Taking my steps
Bit by bit
I keep moving
The more I move the clearer it is becomes
The more I move the better I understand it

Focused like the sharp shooter
Aiming for the best
Focused like the athlete
Aiming for the mark
Not stopping
Until I see it fulfilled
Until it becomes tangible
That is my essence
Tell me yours

By Stella Obokoh

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LENSES

I struggled for too long Being who I wasn’t Fitting  my circle into other people's 
perfect squares -- into all their
expectations for me Their perception was all that mattered What they will see and say Their standard for success and achievement
I showed up acting who I wasn’t Like a dancing monkey under obligations to perform magic To gain their recognition and affirmations for being who I wasn’t Against being Me
I broke the chains and gained freedom the day I stopped looking at myself through other people’s lenses because I discovered people wore lenses tinted and shaded to suit them not Me
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WHO EXACTLY

Housed in a container Moved in it Identified by its aesthetics But sometimes lost in it Who exactly am I the container or the content
Sometimes I try so hard to figure exactly what it is about this combo Sometimes complicating other times compelling sometimes conflicting other times cooperating
Influenced by the countless conversations with  the inner and the  outer the seen and the unseen the known and the unknown Then I discover It goes beyond this container there is something about content
As adorned as this container maybe embellished with so much beauty the content remains the substance that give it credibility Beyond the container that interacts is the content that keeps the flow is the content that leaves  memorable impacts
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